European and American Style Liaozhai

Andre Bruch is a young artist. Although he is only in his early 30s, he is already well-known in the oil painting circle. However, these fame not only bring him wealth and status, but also bring him extremely heavy pressure.

When a person becomes famous, many people's eyes will be fixed on him. If he continues his achievements, people will praise him without hesitation, but as long as he is a little tired, bad words will immediately follow. Come.

Andre is now in a burnout period, well, actually a bottleneck period.One day half a year ago, he grabbed his paintbrush and suddenly couldn't paint. He tried many methods, but he couldn't get the paint on the canvas. Those who praised him before began to laugh at him. , and he himself was decadent in the day-by-day disappointment.

But he never gave up his career, so when he knew there was such a painting exhibition, he came here without hesitation. Unfortunately, no matter how great the painter is, no matter how beautiful the famous paintings are, he didn't get any inspiration, even if he was in the exhibition He spent the whole day in the museum, but God didn't give him a little gift.

At the last moment when the art gallery closed, Andre walked out dejectedly.

It was already dark outside, the moon had not come out, the dark clouds covered the few stars, and the whole world was plunged into darkness.Andre turned up the collar of his windbreaker and walked towards the side of the road with his head buried. The cold wind scraped his skin like a sharp knife, and the icy drizzle fell on his face, and then flowed down his neck into his clothes, making him Shivering from the cold.

What a bad day, Andrei thought sadly.

Just when he was about to fall into a sad mood, a girl's sweet voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Sir, I think you may have lost your wallet."

"What?" Andre quickly reached out to touch his pocket, and sure enough, he found that his wallet slipped out of his pocket at some point.

"Miss, I'm so impressed..." Andre turned around, reached out to take the girl's wallet from the ground, and thanked her politely.

But he stopped speaking in the middle of his words, for he found that standing before him was his Muse.

The girl tilted her head strangely because of Andre's sudden pause, with a polite smile on her face, she asked, "Sir, are you alright?"

"Oh! I'm fine, of course I'm fine." Andrelian helped put the wallet into his pocket, then grabbed the hem of his clothes with some embarrassment and said, "It's just that I think you look familiar. Did we know each other before?"

"Hehe, sir, your way of striking up a conversation is a bit old-fashioned." The girl said with a smile, and with the vibration of her body, a strand of brown curly hair jumped out from behind her ear, making her look extremely playful.

"This is not a conversation, no, I want to strike up a conversation with you, but I do feel that you are familiar, as if I have only met you not long ago." Andre said a little stuttering.

As an artist who is obsessed with painting and cannot extricate himself, Andre is really not good at talking to beautiful girls, so when he faces his muse, he will inevitably feel nervous and at a loss.

The girl didn't seem to dislike him, she laughed again, her voice was as cheerful as a bird, she clasped her hands behind her back and said: "Of course you have seen me, in the art gallery, I followed you I saw a few paintings behind me, but I thought you didn't notice me."

"Really?" Andre laughed in surprise, "No wonder I think you look so familiar."

"So, are you a painter?" asked the girl.

"Yes, I'm a painter, but how do you know? Have you seen my paintings?" Andre asked happily.

"I haven't seen your paintings." The girl shook her head and said, "I can see it from the way you look at the paintings."

"Is there anything special about my eyes?" Andre asked, touching his eyes involuntarily.

"Of course, the eyes of painters and ordinary people look at paintings differently, and the eyes of ordinary painters and powerful painters look at paintings differently." The girl said.

"Then do you think I'm an ordinary painter, or a great painter?" Andre asked immediately.

"A great painter." The girl said affirmatively.

Andre felt instantly satisfied. He looked at the girl in front of him, stretched out his hand and said, "I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Andre Bruch."

"You can call me Greeter," the girl said, and she put her hand lightly on Andre's.

The days after the art exhibition Yun Xiangdi was very busy, he always ran between the villa and the company, the money was spent in a rush, and the flesh on his body also fell off.By the time school started, Master Yunxian, who had been used to stretching out his clothes for two lifetimes and opening his mouth for food, was so tired that he lost a lot of weight. His newly bought clothes were empty, and he looked even thinner and shorter.

In stark contrast to Yun Xiangdi is Bucky, this little guy has ate himself from a dry firewood stick to a round doughy dough in just a dozen days, although he hasn't had a twinge yet. Chin, but Yun Xiangdi could tell that it was not far from that situation.

For this reason, Dr. Dolittle was very worried. He told Yun Xiangdi that Bucky was different from those orange cats with healthy limbs. He couldn't eat too much fat, because his three legs probably couldn't support too much weight.Moreover, Bucky's situation meant that he could not have as much exercise as ordinary cats. If he ate too much fat, his health would definitely be greatly affected.

But Yun Xiangdi is not worried. Under the effect of his elixir, Bucky is no longer an ordinary cat. A little bit of fat is nothing to him. As long as he is willing, he will become a ball It doesn't matter, anyway, one day it will eat the grain, and no amount of fat will be enough for it to lose.

That's right, Master Yun's pet is so tall, even if it's just a wild cat cub, it will eventually embark on the road of cultivating immortals.

Bucky, who still doesn't know that he has been arranged for the trajectory of his life, yawned lazily in Yun Xiangdi's schoolbag, then put his head on the small shield and started today's return to sleep.This small shield is a new toy that Yun Xiangdi bought. With it to accompany Bucky, Bucky will be quieter.Recently, it has become much skinier than when it first came to Yun Xiangdi's side.

He is no longer happy to confine his activity space to one place, but as long as there is something iconic about Captain America, he will be much quieter, and that appearance is like the ultimate fan of Captain America.

While complaining about his orange cat's weird little hobby, Yun Xiangdi walked slowly into the gate of Midtown High School with his schoolbag on his back.

This is the first day of the new semester. Students are pouring into the campus from all directions, like sheep that have been released from the wild. They gather together in groups and loudly discuss all kinds of interesting things about their winter vacation. Experience, giggles so loud that they can blow the roof off.

Because of these guys blocking the way, Yun Xiangdi had to spend three times longer than usual to rush to the classroom, but the classroom was also very noisy. A group of friends who hadn't seen each other during the winter vacation gathered together in twos and threes, as if they had the same forever Can't say enough.

The atmosphere in the whole classroom was the same, except for the seat where Peter was sitting.

Little Spider, who was happy all day long, was spread out on the seat with a sad expression on his face for some reason, surrounded by his good friends Harry, good girlfriend Gwen, and good friend Ned. I was trying to persuade him, but the effect didn't seem to be very satisfactory, and the little spider still had an expression that I was very sad and wronged.

Yun Xiangdi had no intention of spying on other people's privacy, but his seat was diagonally behind Peter's, so when he sat down, he could not help hearing their conversation.

The reason why Peter was so sad was because of an article in a daily bugle.

J. Jonah James, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Bugle, is a black fan of Spider-Man. He has always taken it as his responsibility to belittle and blame Spider-Man. Those things are done out of good intentions. In his opinion, doing those things like walking cats and dogs, helping grandpa to pick up trash, and helping grandma to cross the road are just Spider-Man's grandstanding routines, so in his newspaper articles about Spider-Man There was never a good word.

However, this gentleman is not only targeting Spider-Man, he always has complaints about other heroes, so although Peter has always felt that he is the one who is ridiculed the most, he is generally acceptable from time to time.

However, just this morning, the Bugle Daily suddenly published an article about two very famous female heroes recently——Heiye Shuangdie. The editor who wrote this article seemed to have taken the wrong medicine. The praise of the heroine throughout the article does not contain even a single swear word.

But at the same time, presumably for comparison, they pulled Spider-Man out, called him worthless, called him a pest that shouldn't exist, and said everyone should carry a bottle of bug killer with them from now on It is convenient to spray a spray to eliminate harm for the people when you meet Spider-Man.

This really broke Peter's heart. It has been more than two hours since he saw the newspaper, and he still hasn't recovered.

Of course Peter's friends don't know that Peter is Spider-Man, but they know that Peter is the ultimate brain-dead fan of Spider-Man, so they just think that Peter is sad that his idol has been so maliciously slandered.

After hearing a few words of comfort from them, Yun Xiangdi's attention was occupied by Heiye Shuangdie.He's been really busy recently, he hasn't surfed the Internet for several days, and he doesn't know when there will be a pair of heroines in the night and two butterflies in New York.

"May I ask what happened to these two heroines called Heiye Shuangdie?" Yun Xiangdi leaned over and asked after their consolation ended.

"You don't even know about the Black Night Butterflies!" Ned yelled with some fuss, and then began to give Yun Xiangdi the information about the Black Moon Double Butterflies.

The so-called Black Night Twin Butterflies are two female heroes who suddenly appeared more than ten days ago. They come and go without a trace. They are flying around in the sky like Spiderman, they look like two beautiful butterflies, so everyone calls them the Night Butterflies.

As Ned said, he also turned out the photos of the two butterflies in the night captured by others and showed it to Yun Xiangdi, wanting to show Yun Xiangdi the two heroines, who are very familiar with each other.

When Yun Xiangdi saw that photo, his temples couldn't help but twitch. What are the two butterflies in the night, they are obviously female ghosts and sisters!